She let out a belch that gurgled. It was the most disgusting sound I’d ever heard.
“Ahh. That was so damn good,” she said, rubbing her belly.“Hm. I don’t know if it might make me gassy tonight. Maybe you should sleep in the spare bedroom.”
“Perhaps you should have dinner at your parents’house tomorrow,” I said tightly.
“And a sleepover?” she hummed.“I mean, the gas might last for days with all those beans.”
“Sure.”
“Are you sure you said we had to have every meal together?”
One night away was acceptable. It wasn’t a Friday night. How could any woman weaponise biological warfare against me like this?
“One night is acceptable,” I gritted out, glancing up from my plate.
I threw my napkin onto my plate when she started picking food from between her teeth. I knew she was doing it on purpose, and one day I’d return the favour—if I could stomach it.
She stretched her arms out and yawned.
She is a flawless mate, Fenrir said like a sap as we both stared at her belly. At least the guard behaved.
He had no choice with the camera trained on him, I replied, my gaze drifting to the twisted knot resting above her belly.
The dark charcoal dress hugged her curves, and the deep V neckline showcased her perfect mounds. I still remembered the shape and feel of those nipples in my mouth.
She stood, and the material of her dress fell perfectly around her small bump. Her behaviour at dinner made it clear she wasn’t happy about coming home at seven p.m. She could work every day if she wanted, but she would not neglect her body’s need for nourishment—or deny herself rest.
“Once my parents no longer want to kill you, you’ll need to come for dinner one night too,” she said casually, plucking her blazer from the back of her chair.
“Why?” I asked, tracking her as she walked toward the doorway.
“That’s what normal people do.”
I missed the island already.
???
I scrubbed the sink, taps, and faucet clean before brushing my teeth.
You owe me for not choking her out.
I wouldn’t let you. You’d cut off air to our children, you fool.
I can dream about it, can’t I?
I spat into the sink, aiming for the drain. Why couldn’t she behave herself?
You’d be bored to death with anyone else.
Yet I’m still not getting laid. I’m suffering through a relationship with no benefits.
I rinsed my toothbrush and placed it back in the holder.
When I returned to the bedroom, her lamp was off, and she lay curled on the bed, asleep. I was within firing range, since she faced the edge of the mattress.
Do you remember all the nasty things you did to her during the heat? Fenrir reminded me as I paused, mid-motion, lifting the covers.
Yes, very disconcerting, I said, sliding into bed.
